Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Papua New Guinea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bob Dylan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Durutti Column,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Neon Judgement,
Tom Boy,
Max Romeo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Livin' Joy,
Scrapy,
Jacques Brel,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Rundgren,
Scientists,
Dennis Brown,
Suburban Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The United States of America,
Rhythm & Sound,
MDC,
Nas,
Kas Product,
Ornette Coleman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terrestrial Tones,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cameo,
Fugazi,
The Birthday Party,
Glenn Branca,
Hasil Adkins,
Buzzcocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Saccharine Trust,
Skaos,
Wolf Eyes,
Yazoo,
Maleditus Sound,
Rapeman,
Hardrive,
Popol Vuh,
Sound Behaviour,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Terry,
Talk Talk,
Basic Channel,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalann,
The Walker Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.